Fifty-six elves stood inside the mall, their clothing and appearance distinctively out of place, drawing curious glances from many around them.
These gazes were so fervent that the elves found it hard to calm themselves.
Sasa brought a few Hunters from the Red Rose Warband to maintain order and act as bodyguards, preventing the overly enthusiastic residents of No.2 Crimson from frightening the elves.
Standing behind the counter, a salesperson pitching the latest personal terminals to Sasa couldn't help but glance at the elves standing behind her—they looked exactly as legends described, and all elves were exceedingly beautiful.
It seemed there was no trace of ugliness in the genetic makeup of elves; even older elves did not look unpleasant. Not to mention that most elves who came to Blue Star for their studies were young, and even those slightly older hadn't reached an age considered elderly, so they were all handsome and beautiful.
"Come, pick a style you like."
